Flame Sword Strike

“Purisaz Naupiz Gebo (A gift of pain for the giant.)”
Past the hands covering his face, Kamijou could see the magician smiling.
While smiling, Stiyl Magnus swung the blazing flame sword horizontally at Kamijou
Touma.
The instant it touched him, it lost shape and exploded in all directions like an erupting
volcano.
Heat waves, flashes of light, explosive noise, and black smoke burst in every direction.
“Maybe I overdid it.”
Stiyl scratched at his head in front of what looked like the aftermath of a bombing. Just
to be sure, he looked around to see if anyone was coming out to see what was going on.
It was the first day of summer vacation, so most of the residents of that boy’s dorm
would be out. However, it would be bad if some friendless shut in was in one of the
rooms.
He could not see directly ahead due to a screen of flames and smoke.

However, he did not need to check. That strike had created hellish flames of three
thousand degrees Celsius. At temperatures higher than two thousand degrees Celsius,
the human body would melt before it burned, so the boy likely looked something like the
metal railing that had melted like a sugar sculpture. He was likely splattered across the
dorm wall like a used piece of gum.

Stiyl gave a sigh as he reflected on how right he had been to get the boy away from Index.
Things would have been a bit more difficult if the boy had used Index’s injured form as a
shield.
But he could not retrieve Index as things were.
Stiyl sighed again. The wall of flames blocked him from heading to the other end of the
passageway where Index was. If there was another emergency staircase on the other side
of the passageway, he could manage, but it would hardly be funny if Index got caught up
in the flames while he took that detour.
Stiyl shook his head in annoyance and spoke as he peered into the smoke one last time
as if he could see through it.
“Thank you, excellent work, and too bad. Well, at that level, you couldn’t win even if you
had 1000 tries.”
“Are you really so sure I can’t win no matter how many times I try?”
For an instant, the magician froze in place at that voice coming from those hellish
flames.
With a roar, the wall of flames and smoke swirled and was blown away.

It was as if a tornado had appeared in the center of the flames and smoke and blew
them all away.
Kamijou Touma stood there.
The metal railing had been melted like a sugar sculpture, the paint on the floor and walls
had peeled, and the fluorescent lights had melted and dripped down in the intense heat,
but that boy had remained unharmed in the middle of those hellish flames and
scorching heat.

- Toaru Majutsu no Index Volume 1, Chapter 1 Part 6